If Time Breathes With You

Life can carry so many unanswered moments.

Moments that cannot be measured or named.

They don’t arrive by the minutes of the day,

and they don’t leave when the hour changes.

They simply go onward, quietly—without calculation,

without reason to be anything more than what they are.

These are not moments as the world defines them.

They are something else entirely—

a kind of stillness that asks nothing in return.

How might life be

when you no longer breathe by time,

but time breathes with you?

In that rhythm, time becomes something softer—

something other than what we’ve shaped it to be.

It finds its place of comfort,

aligning itself with the natural breath of creation.

Nature, after all, breathes differently than man’s world.

It doesn’t rush; it simply exists.

To create such a world within ourselves—

where ease replaces urgency,

where each breath is its own eternity—

that is the quiet miracle.

The only desire that remains

is for this breath, this stillness,

this moment outside of measure,

to last forever.